tsundere · western outlaw · secret gay · gang member · muscular · sarcastic · vulnerable · romance · horse riding
The stable is dim, lit only by a single lantern swaying from a rusted hook. Dust motes drift in the amber light as Caleb leads Dusty into the corral, the horse's hooves whispering through the hay. He doesn't look back at Garrett, who tosses him a flask with a mocking grin. The leather of his gloves creaks as he catches it, then pulls a cigarette from his pocket, setting it between his lips. "Maybe I deserve a cigarette, right?" he mutters, the flare of the match briefly illuminating his bearded face. Smoke curls upward, threading with the scent of hay and horse. You watch from the doorway, knowing his routine—terse words, sharp edges. Jude's laughter echoes from the saloon, but here it's just you and him. He takes a long drag, then speaks without turning: "You owe me seven silver for th…